The Truth About Socks

The Truth About Socks

By R. W. Hampton

Have you ever wondered, where your one sock that disappears goes? Have you ever asked yourself, how it vanished in the short time it was in the dryer? They don’t say good bye, not even a by-your-leave, or a note! They just. . .go.

Well, you are about to discover the truth of what really happens to that one. Missing. Sock.

The mass of clothes tumbled chaotically in the round and round motion of the churning dryer. Shirts, pants, undergarments, sock, and the odd sweat band or two spun about quickly in the warm machine slowly but thoroughly working out the retained water.

Suddenly, there came a slight. . .banging from the back of the dryer. Carefully, oh so carefully, the back was opened by small green hands. Large yellow eyes peered in the crack at the spinning garments systematically categorizing each of them by, brand, type, make, color, fiber count, condition, and size.

Smiling devilishly the little creature reached in and began grabbing socks with a pell-mell rhythm. After grabbing all his greedy hands could touch he stepped back to watch the tumbling clothes a moment longer to assure himself he’d left only one sock of each set. Seeing that he’d missed one of those rainbow-stripped-toed socks, he quickly reached forward to nab it before he lost the chance until the next sacrifice to the Great Spinning Altar.

Grinning victoriously the goblin of the Realm Behind the Drying Machine stuffed all of his swag into the bag he’d brought with him, turned around and pranced back to the goblin capital, Zaretha. Tonight he and his people would feast upon the bounty he was to bring home. Surely the Sock Stew made by the Great Stew Maiden of the Realm would be most delicious!

He couldn't wait until next time when he could acquire more delicacies for he and his people to consume. He licked his lips at the very thought, of what the Bringers of the Socks would give to them as a new offering

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